Quinn and Valor, Demacia's wings. The Elite ranger team of Demacia, born as a peasant and rising up to glory. A true inspiration of her people. But many question if she has truly had her metal tested, how could a commonborn girl bypass years of military training? Only time would tell.
More often than not Quinn is away from the city, in places that grant her much more comfort than the cramped walls and stone floors. Between carrying messages to allying city-states to patrolling the borders of Demacia and keeping her home safe from those that would threaten it she's always on the move. Out in the forest, the marshes, swamps, by the serpentine river or even further yet. Her missions bring her further and further from home more often than ever.
So if you're looking for her, she's going to be hard to find. With some luck, or a lot of skill you might run into the tag-team. But beware, if you are a threat to Demacia than she will not show mercy.
Quinn's apartment in Demacia was near the central district, it was small but served everything she needed, it had a living room with a kitchen attached, a separate bedroom and bathroom. While her institute housing was bland and undecorated, her residence in Demacia was littered with pictures of her family and tokens of her past. One large picture stood out from the rest, with a few unlit candles near it, a picture of her brother Caleb shortly before his death.
Her bedroom was standard, a bit messy, a large perch for Valor and a standard queen sized bed.
the bathroom was all standard, no makeup was inside, a toothbrush, comb and hairbrush as well as a few towels and a laundry bin.
Black - Walls
Red - Doors
Blue - Windows
((I don't have a preference when it comes to either RPing by letters or face to face so simply choose whichever you wish. If you see that I'm already dealing with like three seperate people in Quinn's room at the same time than please refrain from adding another to that list, I want to try to limit the amount of dimensions and space-time travel she does. ))
Quinn's life, Headcanons, etc.
Quinn was born March first 2 CLE along with her twin brother Caleb. They were proclaimed perfectly healthy babies weighing about 6/5 pounds each. When placed in separate cribs both of them began crying, only to be halted when placed next to one another. Their mother and father had been married for three years before the pregnancy and were still young, 23 and 25 respectively. They were relatively well off for living in the borderlands, they had planned the pregnancy and taken steps to make sure it went well. They lived in a small farm house near the small town of Northshire. The town was pleasant and quiet, it got by mostly by supplying lumber and pelts to the city.
Quinn's family got by raising chickens, pigs and cows as well as growing crops. Though they kept what they needed to keep themselves from having to spend money on food. What they didn't use was sold in a stall run by Quinn's mother in Northshire. The people there were kind and helpful, even going as far as to give her carriage rides back to the farmhouse later into her pregnancy when it became harder to walk.
Both Quinn and Caleb were troublesome infants, the moment they learned to crawl they couldn't be trusted alone for long. If there was something to get into, they'd get into it. Soon enough they had learned how to get out of their crib and push open doors. Despite this, their parents handled it quite well.
The first few years went by pretty smoothly, no serious accidents or adventures. Soon enough little Caleb and Quinn were walking around by themselves and even talking. The two spent most of their days playing in the yard or 'helping' their mother and father with the farm work. They loved watching the animals, Quinn was especially fond of the chickens.
As they got older they became more and more adventurous to the point their parents couldn't ignore it anymore. Their father took them for a camping trip when they were six years old, taught them about the forest and things to watch out for. He promised when they were older he'd teach them how to hunt. What her parents didn't realize was that the trip only fueled their lust for adventure, they craved more and more each day. As they learned more about their homeland they became adamant on defending it.
On a casual visit to Northshire to shop, they spotted a Demacian platoon marching through on a training trip. Man and woman marching side by side behind their captain, weapons sheathed and clad in full armor. The two children stared starstruck at the soldiers and in that moment it was settled in both their minds what they wanted to do.
Their play turned from games of hopscotch and tag to swinging at one another with wooden sticks. There was more than a few injuries but as many times as they were scolded for it they kept going. Soon enough their father gave in and crafted wooden swords out of a few spare planks. They spent hours upon hours sparring one another. Fighting and training until it was dark each night. But still it wasn't enough for the two. They wanted more, and as their ninth birthday approached they figured they were old enough to go out into the forest alone. Things went well for the most part, they'd go out when their parents were away and come back claiming they had just went for a walk, that they hadn't gone far. But in truth they went further and further each time.
They kept this up for a few years, their sibling bond strengthening with each adventure. When they turned eleven their father did as he had promised and began to teach them how to hunt. Using real weapons. Both Quinn and Caleb were given a bow and a dagger. His number one rule though, no matter what, if you injure and animal while hunting and it doesn't die, you need to finish it. Both of the children agreed that it was the right thing to do. And after hunting with their father for several months they felt they were ready to take on the world.
The two began adventuring anew, exploring further and further into areas they had never been. They had run ins with animals that most children would run and hide from, those were the most fun. Quinn was a great shot with the bow and Caleb was great at intimidating the animals while she aimed.
A while after their twelfth birthday they went out into the woods for another adventure, this one almost turned bad. They ran into something they had managed to avoid up until now, a mother bear and her cubs. Quinn readied her bow as she saw the angry bear growling at them, looking like it was going to attack. Her brother however, placed a hand on hers to lower it. Telling her to sit down and look away. She followed his direction and they twins sat against a tree, minding their own business. Sure enough, the mother bear grunted and continued forward. For the first time Quinn felt like she understood the animals emotions and way of life. It wasn't all about hunting and eating. That was a big part of it yes but not the whole story. The two returned home late at night to the usual scolding of their parents asking where they had been.
The encounter didn't discern the twins at all. They still went out further and further looking for adventure, however (as you know) One day it turned tragic...
"Quinn, careful!" Caleb huffed, staring at his sister.
"Why? We’re invincible! Nothing’s ever gonna stop us." She stared at him, a cocky smile on her face.
"You shouldn’t stand so close to the edge of the cliff! Look how high up it is, if you fall…"
"I won’t fall Caleb, jeez."
Quinn continued walking, balancing dangerously on the edge of the large cliff. She could easily keep her balance and would have had no problem at all normally. But events decided to play out for the worse that day and she stepped down on the wrong place, the ground cracked under her feet and she fell.
Letting out a scream she closed her eyes, but never hit the floor. Her brother had managed to catch her and was now laying on the top of the cliff, using all his strength to keep her from falling.
"Don’t let go!" He shouted, fear in his eyes, true fear that Quinn had never seen in him before.
All she could manage to reply with was a small nod as she tried her best to hold onto his hand, dangling from the cliff.
Caleb, struggling as he could didn’t have the strength to pull her up. They were stuck, Caleb not willing to let go and Quinn unable to pull herself up.
"C-caleb…let go, if you don’t you’ll be pulled down with me!"
"Never!" He cried, his feet were starting to lose footing and his body began to slide closer over the edge.
"Please." Quinn begged, crying.
"I won’t let go!"
The choice was hard, let go and let his sister fall, or hold on as long as he can and possibly fall with her.
It was made for him, the ground beneath Caleb cracked from the combined weight and they both fell over the edge of the large cliff.
Quinn’s mind went blank in that moment.
The only thing she remembered after that was waking up a few hours later lying next to her brother’s body, the face she had known to always be full of life was vacant, emotionless and cold. She was miraculously uninjured save for several small cuts and bruises. She crawled over to her brother, shaking him, trying to wake him up. Trying everything she could to try and get him back, nothing worked. Her brother was dead, and she had no one to blame but herself.
All of the dreams she shared with her brother, all of the hopes, they all shattered. A blood curdling scream echoed from her lips. A cry of fear, sadness, regret, pain.
Eventually the two were found when a city scout happened to hear the crying on his patrol route and took care of her, bringing her back home.
The event broke Quinn, mentally and physically. Her brother's funeral was small, just her and her parents and a couple people from the village who came to pay their respects.
After that day Quinn became very introverted. She spent most of her time by herself, quietly sitting in her room or laying in her bed, staring up at the second bunk of the bed where her brother used to sleep. Nothing could make her smile, nothing could shake the depression. It felt like half of her had been cut clean off. Like her soul had been split in two. That year was the worst time of her life, more than a few times she thought of simply ending her life. But fear of leaving her parents to mourn her kept her from doing so.
She wasn't the only one affected of course, their home took a noticeable turn for the worse, her parents just didn't have the same spark of life in them they used to, no will to work, it was painfully quiet around the house.
They did their best to help Quinn through the mourning but it was clear to the preteen that they were in pain as well, she felt guilty for crying so much when they still had to put on strong faces.
Her birthday came and went, she knew what day it was, her mother baked a cake, trying her best to give Quinn a good birthday. But a birthday alone was pointless to her, it was meant to be a day she shared with her brother.
Slowly, she was recovering as were her parents but things still just weren't the same. The day before the anniversary of Caleb's death Quinn spent a long time thinking about what she wanted to do. Her parents were going to go visit the grave, but had told her she didn't need to come if she didn't feel up to it. She thought about going, but decided to do her own thing. She woke up early that morning and snuck out of the house. Walking through the forest alone, the damp summer air against her skin. She hadn't realized how frightening the woods could be.
She had a destination however, and planned on making it there no matter what. After a few hours of walking she made it to that cliff and broke into tears, falling to her knees and weeping loudly, the memories rushing back to her, the good times and the bad, everything came back all at once. She would have spent hours crying, unmoving if she were not interrupted by a quiet, weak peeping noise coming from nearby.
Quinn looked up weakly toward the noise, her tear stained eyes spotting a small bird laying injured on the ground. She moved quietly over to it and knelt down. The poor thing was only a fledgling. Not even old enough to fly.
Quinn picked the tiny bird up and stared at it, she had no idea what kind of bird it was, but she didn't really care, she wanted to help it. Maybe it was some kind of sign, she would give life to this creature where her brother had died.
The fledgling, despite being so young and injured, still kept its energy, still kept up a fight. As she looked into his eyes, tears spilled from her own, she saw so many things in the animal, things she hadn't seen since Caleb was alive. He reminded her so much of him, and decided to name him Valor, it seemed suiting. She scooped the little bird up and ran all the way home to her parents surprise, they had been sitting out on the porch worried about where Quinn had gone. When they saw her running they ran to meet her, thinking she had been hurt. But when they saw the tiny bird in her arms they understood.
Over the next month and a half they worked to heal the injured bird, Quinn never left Valor's side, not even when she slept. As it's feathers began to grow and colorize it became clear to her parents what kind of bird it was, they couldn't believe it at first, Quinn didn't understand. They told her Valor was a Demacian eagle, a rare and beautiful bird long believed extinct.
Quinn watched on as Valor slowly became healthy enough to eat and drink on his own. He was able to stand and walk around, though still a bit young to fly. Something about this tiny Demacian eagle gave Quinn's life new meaning.
The two grew together, developing a bond and feeding off each others strength. When he was old enough Quinn began trying to teach Valor how to fly, it was difficult of course, she had no good way of showing him. But she knew that it was instinct that taught a bird to fly, not lessons and pictures. She urged him on with treats and support, cheering him on every time he made even a little bit of progress. She'd go into town with Valor on her shoulder, asking around and helping anyone she could. She quickly became a bit of a local hero-type to the villagers.
After a lot of hard work and time, Valor was up and soaring the skies. Quinn sat on the ground, watching as he moved effortlessly through the air until he flew into the distance out of sight.
She sat, staring off for a while before she stood, turning to leave. She knew it was coming, he was an animal and he deserved to be free. But as she began walking away she heard that familiar, ear piercing screech above her as Valor flew toward her. She held out her hand and he landed on it, the pair looked at each other, Quinn nodded to him and hugged him tightly. In that moment she realized, even though he could leave at any time, he wouldn't abandon her. He was stubborn, had an ego that could make most nobles cry and was cocky. But she loved him all the same. Valor returned the affection, not just for saving his life, but for raising him and for being a friend.
The two began training and experimenting. She eventually settled on using a crossbow as her weapon of choice, something that was easy to carry, was precise and easy to reload. She had to be accurate or Valor might get hurt.
They spent the next several years training and growing strong. Quinn grew into a strong and beautiful young woman, her amber eyes and violet hair the highlight of her appearance. She was 21 years old when she got word of an assassin managing to escape detection from an entire Demacian battalion. This was her chance to prove herself, she'd show her skill and they'd definitely let her into the army if she brought back that assassin. The rumors said that it was Talon, a champion of the league and one of Noxus' top assassins. She didn't believe it, reading about the murders, it just wasn't his style. Poisons, barely a cut on the victims body? It didn't seem like him.
Before she left to track down the assassin she paid a visit to Demacia, the people were disgusted by the idea of a peasant girl walking the streets with her bird but she had a mission and she wasn't going to be slowed down by some stuck up nobles. She marched right into the palace, where prince Jarvan IV and Garen were speaking. She had heard stories about them, she had heard about their fighting in the league of legends and how amazing they were. Garen was what she expected him to be, by the book. He didn't like that Quinn was going to interfere with his hunt for the assassin. He assured Jarvan that he had it under control.
Jarvan however, was not what Quinn expected. She thought he would be some royal snob, gloating and looking down on her. But when she looked into his eyes, all she saw was kind eyes, looking toward another Demacian. He didn't see her as some worthless commoner, he encouraged her ambition and courage. He gave her his blessing, and with that, Quinn set off. She knew he wouldn't be at the golden crossing, that was too obvious. No city born Demacian would know where she was going.
Quinn prepared herself, Valor took to the skies, she knew the land better than almost anybody. She knew where she would go if she was trying to evade detection. If the assassin was any good he'd be going to the one place a big group of soldiers simply couldn't go.
The assassin's camp was hidden in the trees, only really visible from above, Quinn hastily wrote in her journal, a letter to the prince in case she didn't make it. She had no idea how well equipped he was. But if she could catch him off guard than it would be easy.
She waited until the sun set to attack...
She took down the assassin with ease, he didn't even see her coming, one shot, one kill. Just like hunting thresher geese.
She dragged the body through the forest back to Demacia, people parting in the streets to watch this dirty girl and her bird, some of them looked disgusted, some impressed but most were confused. She dropped the corpse with a thud, proclaiming her desire to join the military.
A few guard inspected the corpse and confirmed it was the assassin, The people cheered, Quinn and Valor soaked up the attention, breathing it in. She was going to be a hero, no matter what it took.
For their service to Demacia, Quinn and Valor were given the highest honors and a place amongst Demacia's elite. Granted by prince Jarvan himself. Their dream had been realized, the city was so crowded, nothing like what she was used to. As she looked out over the rooftops she felt a little lost. She missed the leaves and the dirt beneath her feet. Above all, she missed the silence of the forest. Valor missed it too.
They were given access to Demacia's armory, Quinn had a few ideas of her own and they custom built her armor for her and Valor. A more Demacian look than she had previously.
It was time for them to prove themselves worthy of being among the elite. With Valor at her side nothing could stop her. They have continued to fight for Demacia, in the name of justice.
((I wont cover the journey into Freljord since that's pretty well summed up by the journals.))
Quinn has a pillow stuffed with the feathers that Valor has lost, she’s grown so attached to him that she can’t sleep well without either him or the pillow near her.
Quinn’s hair is an ashy purple (I know this is something the league community tends to disagree on) and amber eyes
She was raised on a farm, both her parents are alive and well still living in the borders of Demacia
The area she grew up in is known as Northshire, part of the northern borders of Demacia
Quinn’s brother died at the age of 12, she found Valor at 13 exactly one year later.
Quinn is about 23 years old
Quinn is about 5’6 and weighs about 125 pounds
She has a 36C bust (I may be wrong since I can’t actually measure her I’m going off Google image)
Valor was nearly newborn when Quinn found him, making him about ten years old currently
Valor has white eyes and black irises, dark blue and purple feathers with golden tips
Valor is large enough that he has no predators to truly worry about within the borders of Demacia, at least none that are known of. Leading to the question of how they’ve gone pretty much extinct-
Valor will primarily hunt small mammals like rats, bunnies, squirrels.
sometimes snakes but that’s risky(Even though venomous snakes aren’t common around Demacia)
His favorite food is fish but they’re a bit trickier to catch despite Eagles being good swimmers.
If it comes down to it (It’s very rare) He’ll target larger or more unorthodox prey, medium sized creatures like unprotected bear cubs(He could fight the mother but it wouldn’t be worth the trouble), even wolves are within his ability to hunt so long as there aren’t too many of them.
His training with Quinn puts him above and beyond what a regular Demacian eagle would have been able to hunt.
He’ll also on occasion if needed hunt smaller birds. Owls, etc etc.
For the most part Valor is able to feed himself by hunting but if it comes down to it than she will go out and by some common meats and cook it for him.
Thinks like beef, pork, especially fish are all things she’d feed him.
A letter would arrive in the mail for Quinn reading as follows.
Dear Quinn and Valor,
I just wanted to let you know that I'm your biggest fan! And I want to wish you luck on the fields of justice, I aspire to one day be just like you and become a soldier for Demacia, I know it will be a lot of hard work and training, but I know that I can do it. One day when I'm older will you allow me to spar with you? I know I probably wont ever be as strong as you are but it would be a real honor!
Sincerely, Arrio Eayrs.
The letter had a few minor spelling mistake and the handwriting was rather poor.
Sona gldes into Quinn's room on a delightful tune. She approaches her and Valor when the seemed they least busy.
♪Hello there, Quinn, ♪ Her melodies started, ♪Sorry I hadn't offically welcomed you into the league yet. I've just been so busy. Anyway, I had some free time and thought I'd drop by and get to know you a bit better. Especially seeing as we may be spending quite some time on the fields together. ♪
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